#childer x reader smut

[luxxid]

them reacting to you in a assistants' attire

he was floored when he first saw you dresed like this, it was uncommon for you to wear such clothing. he despises it saying it was too revealing and that eyes would be on you constantly. and advise you not to wear it while being secretly hard, was it his fault that you were wearing such ravishing attire?

Your fishnets exposed your soft thighs; black had always suited your figure; the black skirt that fit you so tightly was so ravishing, not to mention the full-sleeve white shirt that cradled your breasts so perfectly, was so enticing. he could see your lacy panties from a mile away. oh, and how could he forget your black stilettos? his desire to fuck you while wearing them was irresistible. he knew you were tempting him; he knew that very well. 

"well darling, you look quite appealing." if you do wear this attire outside, you will undoubtedly attract unwelcome attention. so, the only eyes you need on you are mine." With a deep, gruffy voice, he stated, his hands firmly clasping your figure as he seized your chin to face him.

his face bore a domineering expression, and you knew very well what was going to happen in the following few seconds. "now what shall i do with you?" He inquired as he looped his fingers under your chin and brought his face closer to yours.

the next thing you felt was a pair of lips on your own, his tongue was plunging inside your mouth, and he was going furious. perhaps wearing this wasn't such a bad idea.

⚜ PIERRO, DOTTORE, Pantalone, TARTAGLIA, ARATAKI ITTO, ZHONGLI, KAEYA, Diluc, Kamisato Ayato ⚜

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Lovely Lady May

Happy Sunday everyone! Shout out to the anon who asked for this, sorry it took me so long I am terrible at writing endings… Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Danny Wagner X fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ only!! Minors you don’t even want to look this direction. Breeding kink, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, oral (fem rec), lotsa dirty talk, food play, some persuasion if you see it that way, some plot, little editing

Word count: 6k

Danny Wagner. You’d had your eye on him for quite some time. He was perfect; thick head of hair, broad and sturdy frame, good facial bone structure. Yeah, he would do. Once you had decided it was him all that was left was to figure out how to approach him, win over his favor, get him to agree to what you wanted.

You knew Danny Wagner, had known him for years much like everyone knew everybody in this tiny Midwest town you’d all grown up in. He was a funny kid in high school, you never paid him much attention though admittedly you often had too much preoccupying your time back then.

In present time much of that distraction was gone. The youth did tend to leave this town while they could, leaving behind only those who had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do but stay home and find work. That’s exactly what you had done, in the years after high school you had opened a bakery in the tiny square downtown where all the wandering tourists from the next town over stopped for some gas along the way or found a cheaper place to stay.

Rent in town was cheap, that’s how you’d managed to secure your loft just above the bakery. It was small, quaint, but you had spent the last six years happily alone here making it your home. Happily that was until about a year ago when you decided that all you had in life just wasn’t enough anymore.

It started with seeing old friends finally coming back to visit family after settling down. Most of them had gotten married, and more than a few were already having kids.

It was the holiday season and you were up to your elbows in flour and sugar, scrambling to get all your orders done while also keeping the bakery itself stocked for the walk-in customers. Your high school best friend was in town, you’d almost forgotten until she walked through the door of the shop, one arm pushing the heavy glass door open while the other cradled a small bundle.

She had a baby, not even six weeks old yet, still wrinkly and warm and smelling like the sweet treats you made day in and day out. You spent the next three days visiting with her while she was in town, each time immediately plucking the babe from where it slept and placing it right in your arms. That’s when the baby fever started.

You thought it would go away, wanting a baby wasn’t exactly in the cards for you right now considering your last relationship ended the summer after senior year. As the months passed on though, you found yourself staring longingly at each little child that walked into your shop, eyes round and wide with excitement as they peered through the display cases of cookies and cakes.

It had only been a couple of months since you actually decided on going through with your plan. In fact you nearly considered forgetting it all together until you found the right person for the job.

Danny Wagner. He never left town either, opting to stay home and help his family with their business. An apple orchard right at the edge of the city limits.

You knew the place well since opening your shop, preferring to purchase local, organic, ingredients whenever you could.

At this time of year, weekly with the orders you placed from the orchard, your crates of freshly picked apples in their vibrant green, shades of red and orange, and yellows came delivered by Danny.

“A slice of apple pie today?” You called from over your shoulder as you transferred the dozen of honeycrips from their wooden crate to the large stainless sink in the back of the bakery to be washed and prepped later.

“If you’re offering” Danny replied with a smile on his face, a smile you’d grown quite accustomed to seeing when you started giving out a slice of apple pie after every delivery. It only seemed fair he got a piece considering it was his apples you used, and they really did make a difference.

With the crate cleared you pulled the wash towel from your apron and gave your hands a good drying before untying the cotton cloth from around your waist and setting it aside. “Do you have a minute?”

“Umm sure” Danny set the extra boxes of things you’d ordered on the counter next to your apron, curious about what you had in mind.

“I’m actually tweaking the recipe a little bit. Was wondering if you wanted to come upstairs and try it out for me?” You voice sounded calm and resolved, but you hoped Danny couldn’t see the slight tremble in your hands as you waved him over to the unassuming stairs that lead directly up to your loft.

Danny followed quietly, he had obviously never been up here before so he was busy taking in the surroundings when you reached the top. It gave you a bit of relief that he wasn’t paying too much attention to how you anxiously fluttered around the small kitchenette.

“I never realized you lived up here” Danny mentioned as his eyes scanned the open space, the only privacy it offered was a door to your bedroom and a door to the bathroom, everything else was right in sight from where he sat.

“What? You thought I could afford a business and my own place all on my own?” You joked. That was the normal atmosphere between you two, a lot of joking, a little flirting maybe if you squinted, but mostly just kindness.

“Well I’d say you’re doing pretty well for yourself regardless” Danny replied, finally turning his attention to you alone when he heard the sound of a knife cutting against a porcelain pie dish.

“Thanks”. You set the plate down in front of him, letting your hand brush across the top of his shoulders as you went back for the fork, waiting patiently as he took the first bite.

“Wow, if I didn’t already think you made the best damn apple pies I’ve ever had in my life, I sure do now”. He tried another larger taste, turning the fork sideways to slide through the flakey crust and scoop some of the filling into the perfect bite. A look of pure satisfaction washed over his face as he chewed. No matter how often he had your pies he did always seem to really enjoy them and it always made your day.

“So Danny…” you trailed off, trying to maintain your resolve to your goal as he continued on eating. “You would say we’re friends right?”

“Of course” he quickly replied after swallowing.

“So I can ask you something in confidence? Well, it’s a favor really”.

The corner of his mouth pulled up into a charming half smile, one that made you swoon just a little if you were completely honest with yourself. That was besides the point though, you had him here right where you wanted him and now you needed to focus. “Have you ever thought about having kids?”

Danny’s smile faded, though he didn’t seem upset, just curious again about where exactly this was going. “Sure, I have a little” he answered truthfully, adding more after a bit of consideration “I do want some, yeah”.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently” you admit, leaning against the counter so your still unsteady hands would have something to grip onto. You knew this was a big ask and it could go over very badly, but you had to try. “I want one, sooner rather than later. Problem is I’ve looked into IVF, it’s hella expensive and I don’t know if you know but owning a business doesn’t come with very good health insurance”.

It had all made sense in your head when you planned it out, finding a man to ask to be willing to make a baby with you, but when you tried to explain your thoughts out loud they started to sound less and less rational. Still, you pursued since you seemed to have kept his attention for this long. “I’ve been saving up for almost a year, and I have a friend that’s going to give her used baby stuff to me. All I need is someone willing to help me out…”

Danny was quiet again, his eyes falling to the crumbs on his plate for a moment as he thought. “Are you saying you want me to get you pregnant?”

You pressed your thighs together as you clenched around nothing. It wasn’t besides either of you exactly how that would have to come about, but even though the sex would be purely transactional it didn’t help that you’d come to find Danny extremely attractive and the way he spoke was already doing things to you that you weren’t prepared for.

“Yes, that is what I’m asking”. It was getting harder and harder to sound confident, your nerves finally taking completely over as you scrambled to plead your case. “I wouldn’t expect anything from you obviously. I’ll have plenty of support from my family and I’m looking at getting a bigger place soon. No one will ever have to know you’re the biological father”.

Danny stood slowly and your heart sank, expecting he was preparing to leave because your idea was actually crazy. Instead he only stood there, his height exceeding yours by a few inches but the way he awkwardly slouched a little and rubbed at his bare upper arms made him seem less intimidating and more approachable.

You took the step forward, reaching out for one of his hands to cradle in your own, a simple touch you hoped would show him how grateful you were for his consideration. “You don’t have to give me an answer now, but would you think about it? For me?”

With the closer distance between you two now you could see the way Danny’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out. His eyes fell down your body for a moment as a shuddering breath escaped him. “When,” he began, shaking his head softly and bringing his gaze back up to meet yours dead on, “when do you want to try this?”

Your heart felt like it stopped, was he seriously agreeing? Danny was always a nice guy, a people pleaser, a hard worker, and an all around joy, but even then a part of you still expected him to at least politely decline.

“I’m ovulating right now actually” you blurted out. Yeah, that was a real mood setter.

Danny chuckled, the sweet sound jumpstarting your drive. “Right now?” His dark brows raised in playful question, his hand in yours turning over to sneak up your arm and pull you closer. “Are there any rules in this agreement?”

“Rules?” You mumbled, the feeling of his fingers gripping into your waist making your knees already feel weak.

“I mean is this just a one time thing and if it works it works, if it doesn’t it doesn’t? I’m not going to stand here and lie to you by saying I haven’t thought about being with you like this”. Danny seemed a little shy to admit his secret, but it only ignited a fire in the pit of your stomach. “I mean maybe not exactly like this, but you know what I mean”.

“Really?” You breathed, allowing your hands now to come up and rest on his shoulders, playing with the torn up hem of his cut off sleeves. “I never knew”.

“Well now you do” he smiled again, dipping his head down so that the very tip of his nose brushed against your cheekbone. Your eyes fluttered closed, preparing for the kiss you expected, but Danny only moved to whisper into your ear. “So I ask again, are there any rules?”

You thought about it for a moment, coming up with something on the spot since, surprisingly, you’d seemed to have thought of everything else but this. “For now this stays between us, we act perfectly casual around each other”. Danny nodded, finally pressing a warm plush lipped kiss to the spot behind your ear. You tilted your head back, giving him more access to roam across your neck. “While we’re doing this, no one else”.

“There is no one else” Danny mumbled against your pulse point, his other hand coming up to thread his fingers through your hair.

“Good. And most importantly, no pulling out”.

In one swift blurry motion, Danny grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up, walking back to the counter where he plopped you back down and immediately connected his lips to yours. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as you kissed him back hungrily and desperately.

“Did you wear this for me then?” Danny asked as he slipped a hand between your bodies, sliding his palm up your inner thigh and underneath the hem of your floral dress. You nodded, biting your bottom lip as you leaned back to watch him explore.

“Easy access” he grinned as the tips of his fingers found the lace trim of your panties, and you gasped when he suddenly pressed his thumb to your heat, smirking at how wet you already were.

“Danny” you whined at how delicious the friction was even with the thin layer of cotton still in the way. “Are you going to play with me or are you going to give me what I want?”

“Oh I’m going to play with you” he chuckled again, his fingers pulling your panties aside to gather up your slick. “If we’re going to do this it might as well be fun right?”

Your brows furrowed, on one hand you wanted him to take this seriously. Having a baby was all you wanted right now and you were clearly prepared to do whatever it took. On the other hand, you thought he was right. You were sure you had read somewhere that the better the quality of the sex was, the higher the chances of conception were. So what was the harm?

With Danny still smirking at you as he circled his fingers around everywhere but where you really wanted him, you grabbed a fist full of his shirt and pulled him back into a searing kiss. Danny groaned against your mouth and finally plunged two of his fingers inside, making your mouth fall open with a moan at the unexpected stretch.

“Yeah? That feel good?” Danny questioned in a faintly demeaning tone that made your brain go fuzzy for a few seconds.

You held onto his bicep tightly, the shiny polish coincidentally named ‘apple red’ on your nails contrasting with the way his skin turned pearly white under your grip. “Fuck, yeah that does feel good” you agreed with the breath in your lungs slipping away with each thrust of his fingers deeper into you. “But I bet you’d feel even better”.

“Patience sweetheart” Danny smiled, slowing his movements to give you room to breathe. “In time. But first…” he glanced around the counter you were still spread out on, his eyes zeroing in on a bowl covered in plastic wrap right within reach.

One hand with his fingers still buried deep inside you, Danny pulled the bowl closer to look at what was inside. “Is this the new recipe?” He questioned, seeing the thick caramel colored filling.

It was ridiculous he was concerned with that at this moment, but you played along anyway, taking the break to regain your composure so that you could continue to rival his attitude. “It is, did you like it? Though I have to admit it was mostly part of the plot to get you up here”

“Figured” Danny chuckled, shaking his head again. “I did, but do you mind if I ruin this batch?”

“What?” You were confused, not following his train of thought at all. “No, I don’t mind?”

Without another word he retreated his fingers only to lift the plastic off the bowl and dip inside. The look of pure shock you had on your face when he licked his fingers clean of both the pie filling and your juices mixed together had to be entertaining, because he chuckled even harder and leaned in to give you a taste.

While he kissed you, tongue lapping into your mouth, Danny found the buttons to the front of your dress and slowly undid them one by one, allowing the flowy fabric to slip open and expose your chest. “No bra? You’re making this too easy”.

“You prefer a challenge?” You giggled in return.

“No, this is good”. Danny leaned back, admiring your tits from a little distance before sticking his fingers back into the bowl beside you and smearing some of the filling onto your left nipple.

When his mouth connected with your chest you grabbed at his hair. Before you had always wondered how soft it would be, and now with your fingers weaving tightly through dense curls you were glad to say it was indeed very soft and smelled woodsy-sweet.

Once he had you nice and clean, your nipple now perky and covered in a sheen of saliva, Danny lathered up the right side with enough filling this time that it was dripping down your breast and onto your stomach. Danny held eye contact with you as he lowered himself, his tongue coming out to lick up the mess he’d made and then latched onto your nipple again, humming in satisfaction as it hardened up just as the other had.

Content with getting you cleaned off again, Danny lowered himself even further until he was on his knees before you, his hands diving back up your dress to find the waistband of your panties so that he could pull them off this time.

You braced yourself on your hands against the countertop and lifted your hips slightly to help, but before you could fully sit back down Danny wrapped his hand around your hip and pulled you right to the very edge. For extra support he let your legs come to rest on his shoulders, his face disappearing between your thighs as his mouth met your center.

Your back arched and your head met the cabinets with a dull thud as you held your moan in this time. Just like with his fingers, Danny didn’t waste any time in letting his tongue enter you, it’s pointed tip reaching as far as it could go. His nose pressed against the hood of your clit and you couldn’t help the groan that did come out when he started to shake his head side to side.

“Danny you’re gonna make me cum like that” you whined, sure that he could feel the way your legs started to shake and threatened to clamp shut around him.

Danny spoke quickly so that he wasn’t parted from you long enough to lose how close you were to your high. “Give it to me. I want to taste how sweet you are before I fill you up”.

“Ah fuck!” you cried out just as the band that had been tightening in the pit of your stomach snapped. You were unsure what had ultimately done it, the way he worked harder to get you there, or the salacious words spilled so freely from his dirty mouth. Either way your mind was still spinning with the after effects of your orgasm when he stood up and started unbuttoning his pants.

“Are you ready for me then?” He asked as you watched him through hooded eyes while he pulled himself from his boxers, stroking his hardened length a few times to smear his precum- not that he needed the extra lubricant, you were dripping at this point.

“Get over here and give it to me already”.

Danny clicked his tongue, but he moved back between your legs anyways, using the grip on his shaft to run the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “Still impatient. I’ll put a baby in you sweetheart don’t you worry”.

Before you could say anything else to counter his cheeky remark, Danny thrust his hips up into you until his base met your entrance. You thought you might have cum again just then by how wet you were around him, but you knew it was only because he turned you on more than you’d ever been before.

“God! Right there!” You threw one arm around his shoulders, your legs hooking back around his waist as his hips snapped back and forth knocking you against the cabinets. It was a good thing you’d flipped the sign in the window downstairs from ‘open’ to ‘closed’ when Danny arrived today, otherwise you were sure any customers who had stumbled in at this time would’ve heard you getting your world rocked above them.

“It’s gonna feel so good to cum in you” Danny groaned. You were unsure if he was still speaking to you, or if he was just rambling on to himself now by the way his voice came out breathy and strained. He had hands on your thighs, using his grip as leverage to keep his upwards thrusts just hard enough that you were seeing stars as you closed your eyes and let your head fall back.

Before long you were feeling like you were going to let go again, and he could feel the way your walls fluttered and clenched around him. Danny came first, slamming into you once more and then you felt the flood of warmth, the wild twitching of his length buried deep inside as he unloaded in you just like you’d asked.

“Hold on, let me look at you”. Danny hooked his thumbs under your dress and bunched it up at your waist then leaned back as he slowly began to slide out, still hard and throbbing. He watched in awe as his release started to dribble down, a sight he’d never had the pleasure of seeing before.

“Danny” you whimpered, still wound up from being so close to cumming yourself again.

He knew exactly what you wanted, and he could have teased you about it, but he wanted to make sure you were taken care of. Pushing in again, he fucked his cum back into you a few times until you were shaking as your second orgasm rocked through you.

“How are you doing?” The kindness in Danny’s voice returned and he helped tuck your tousled hair behind your ears as he kissed gently at your cheeks.

“Good…” you sighed, your body starting to relax again, “I’m doing good, thanks”.

“So do you think it’s gonna work?”

You thought maybe you could hear a bit of hopefulness, but you shook it off as your own will manifesting. “I guess we will find out in a couple of weeks”.

“You’ll let me know?” He was genuine when he asked, almost like he was afraid you’d choose to go through this alone even though you’d assured him you’d have plenty help.

“Sure” you nod your head and he helped you off the counter before retrieving your underwear from the floor. You didn’t even bother putting them back on, a shower was definitely within order before getting back to work.

“Well, see you around then?” He lingered by the door to the stairs, glancing around your apartment a few more times.

“Yeah Danny, I’ll see you around”. You held the door open for him, confident he could make his way back down to the large kitchen at the back of the bakery and out the way he always came in. “Again, thank you”.

He offered one last smile that warmed your heart to the core, “don’t mention it”.

Three days passed and you went about your life like normal. Of course you wanted to believe that it had worked, that you were cooking up your own little bun in the oven as you loaded trays of cookies into the ones at the shop.

Danny was always around, he made deliveries in town nearly everyday, usually always about noon, but today it was nearly six in the evening when the bell to the front door rang. You turned around, your face lighting up when you saw it was Danny paying you a visit.

“Closing soon?” He asked as he watched you cleaning up, broom in hand and a damp rag around your shoulder with glass cleaner stuffed in your pocket.

“In a little while. What can I do for you?” You set the broom aside, but finished buffing off the tiny fingerprints on the display case, smiling at the memory of the little boy who had excitedly picked out a chocolate muffin. If you had a boy would he like chocolate as much as this little one had? Or maybe a girl who liked strawberry.

“My dad said you hadn’t placed an order for next week yet. He wanted to know if he needed to set anything aside for you”.

“Oh, right”. A part of you had wished Danny was stopping by specifically to check in on you, but even if he was just here on business it was nice to see him. “Sorry, I’ve had a lot on my mind recently. Let me go check in the back, I’m sure I can make a list right quick”.

Danny had shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling a little out of place in your shop now even though he’d been here half a million times over the last few years.

You sensed his trepidation and exhaled through your nose. “Hey, I made some lemonade this morning. Want some?”

A bit of his awkwardness subsided, his charmful half smile returning as he followed you into the bakery kitchen. You finished off the picture of lemonade with two glasses, one for you and one for him, and started the search through your cabinets. Honestly you really already knew what you needed to order, same as usual a dozen of honeycrisps, a dozen granny smith, a dozen gala, two pounds of walnuts, peaches and blackberries were about to be done for the season so you’d get whatever you could, and it was about to be that time of year to start harvesting some beautiful pumpkin for bread and pie and even roasted seeds. Even so you fiddled around just to keep Danny here for a bit longer, at least so he could enjoy his refreshment.

“How have things been up there at the orchard?” You asked, trying to make polite conversation as you took out a pen and paper and scribbled your order.

“Busy as always, weathers been beautiful this week though so I can’t complain much”. He took another sip of his lemonade. Looked like maybe he was trying to make it last as well.

We’re talking about the weather… you shook your head and he raised a questioning brow. “Actually,” Danny moved closer to where you stood, glancing at your paper like he hadn’t delivered that order to you plenty of times and had it practically memorized. “I wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to come over for dinner?”

“Dinner at the orchard? Like with your parents or something” you scoffed a little. You ask a man to creampie you one time and he wants to take you home to mom and dad.

“I mean we can invite them if you want” he chuckled himself, “but umm, no I was thinking it would just be us. I live in a townhouse not far away. Then maybe afterwards I can give you a little tour of the place”.

Danny’s hand boldly graced your lower back as he leaned in closer, his chest nearly making context with your shoulders. “To tell you the truth, I’ve been thinking about you nonstop”.

“Thinking about me? Or about our last visit?” You countered, arching your back so that your ass pressed up against his front.

“Both” he sucked in a breath, his hand coming around to grip your hip, but he didn’t pull you any closer, just dug his fingers into the waistband of your skirt. How convenient you’d planned on wearing it today without even knowing he’d be stopping by.

“Well, I’ve got another half an hour before closing. I suppose I can meet you there”. Danny had agreed to your favor, the least you could do was accept a dinner invitation.

Danny lowered his head and placed a kiss at the nape of your neck before taking a step back and composing himself. “I don’t mind waiting”.

“Suit yourself” you shrugged, tearing the page you had written on out of your notebook and folding it in half a few times. You turned around and approached him yourself and he looked excitedly expecting as you came chest to chest with him. “You’re going to help me close up then”.

Reaching around you stuffed the list into his back pocket then placed a chaste kiss to his cheek before returning to cleaning up.

With your belly full of dinner you stepped out of Danny’s truck, the kitten heel of your shoe coming into contact with gravel that broke way to lush grass as far as the eye could see becoming covered in a layer of leaves with the beginnings of the changing season. The air smelled crisp out here, earthy and sweet just like Danny’s beautiful curls.

You tried not to think of that now as he delightedly took your hand, guiding you off into the rows of apple trees that the property had earned its namesake for.

Danny whisked you around the place he’d called home his entire life, explaining to you exactly how growing apple trees worked, the science behind it, and even shared a few stories that had you giggling and taking his hand for more.

“Thanks for coming” he finished his tour with a walk through the barn that held all their order packing supplies. Crates that were easily recognizable as the ones Danny carried over his shoulder from his truck bed to your shop door, and piles of straw to stuff them with to keep the apples from bruising. A large table next to boxes stacked on boxes of mason jars ready to be filled and sent off to their eager recipients.

“Thanks for inviting me” you replied, moving to rest against the table. It was still early in the night, but you’d been up since six baking away before the shop opened, and you’d definitely worn the wrong shoes for this excursion. “Can I tell you something?”

“Always” Danny replied, keeping his distance for now, but staring longingly at you from across the open room.

“I’ve been thinking about you too. I quite enjoyed the last time I saw you”. The lights that were strung up in the pillars reflected in his eyes and you could’ve sworn you saw blush pinken his cheeks.

“That so?” He smirked, pushing off the pillar he had chosen to lean on.

“Was it not obvious?” You added, smiling as he made his way over to you again. “I mean I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I asked you for that, but you definitely delivered”.

“So,” He was right in front of you now, his eyes scanning over the length of your body as you tried to take some weight off your feet, “I know it’s only been a few days, but do you feel any different?”

You giggled, finding it cute that he wanted to know already. He seemed even more restless than you were to know if the fruits of your labor had produced. “No, nothing yet”.

“Well, maybe, if you want I mean, we could try again? For good measure?”

“Yeah?” You raised your brows and bit your lip, looking around to see if there was anything you should be weary of in the quiet barn. “Right now?” You matched the state of surprise he had when you’d asked him the same thing up in your apartment a few days ago.

“Everyone’s gone home for the night. The only thing left to worry about is how I’m going to focus at work when I remember fucking you on this table”.

“You’ll have to fuck me on this table first for that to happen Danny”.

He breached the last gap between you, cupping your face as your lips smashed together. Both of your hands went to work riding each other of as much clothing as possible, breaking the kiss only for your shirts to be peeled off and tossed somewhere to be retrieved later. Danny pulled you from your lounging position, hooking his thumbs into your skirt and panties together and pulling them down for you to step out of before lifting you back onto the table and connecting your mouths again.

You groaned as he worked to unbutton his pants, already aching to feel him inside you again. Danny parted from you to get his pants off, and when he returned he gripped your breasts, actually covered with a thin lacy bra this time, and pushed you back to lay against the polished wood.

“You’re going to be beautiful pregnant” Danny mused as he pressed kisses to your clavicle and chest.

“Danny please” you whined, reaching around to grab at his bottom, digging your blunt nails into the round of his asscheek.

“You want me to cum in you again?” He muttered against your neck, making his way up to tickle your ear with his nose and nip at your jaw. “Make sure you have my baby, hmm?”

You pulled him down, connecting your lips to his shoulder and then biting down to encourage him to hurry up already. When he entered you again the moan that ripped through you was muffled into his skin, but his voice echoed through the rafters as he quickly set a rough pace.

Danny pried your arms from him so that he could straighten up and get a good look at you from the way your tits bounced in time with his thrusts, to the way he disappeared so easily completely inside you. “Look at this pretty pussy, crying so sweetly for me”.

Your words were beside you, lost in a jumble in your head as the pleasure took over, but you held eye contact with him and nodded vigorously. Danny slowed for just a moment, spitting into his hand and easily finding your swollen sensitive clit with his fingers.

Your back arched off the table and you couldn’t hold back your cries anymore as Danny continued pounding into you and working his fingers at the same time. So close already, but it felt like long enough since the last time you’d had him.

With a newfound burst of energy, you gripped your chest, pinching your hardened nipples through the lace of your bra as your eyes fell shut and you felt your impending release building tight in your stomach. “Fuck Danny, I want to cum together. Please, I need to feel it!”

“Here it is sweetheart, just for you. Take it” he grunted as his hips staggered, and you whined his name one more time as your legs held him in place until both your orgsams were over.

“It definitely worked that time, had to” Danny chuckled as he helped you clean up as best he could.

“Danny?” You turned to him, your chest still feeling tight despite the rest of your body being weakened and wobbly as you stood from the table. “Do you think I’ll be a good mom?”

Danny looked surprised by your question, not that you had asked him of all people, but because there was still any doubt within you. He swallowed hard, trying to decide if what he wanted to say would be taking things too far, but ultimately deciding you guys had been so intimate already, what was a little feelings being added to the mix? “I think I wouldn’t want anyone else to mother one of my children”.

You blushed hard, moving to give him another grateful kiss. “You know, I think you’d make a great Dad too”.

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Wary Sailor Pt. 2 | Matthew Joy x fem!reader

summary: Second Mate Matthew Joy goes out on a whale hunt and even after a successful chase, he can't seem to feel satisfied. Something's weighing heavily on his mind. While alone in the harpoon boat, trouble comes to call.

warnings: Aiming a gun at someone, talk of violence, smut, oral (F receiving), penetration, dubious consent (weird circumstances), unprotected sex, Matthew's abandonment issues lol.

word count: 2763k+

Tucumcari- Goodnight, Texas 🎶

Lady May- Tyler Childers 🎵

Note: The lyrics that I included are from the old whaling song Maid of Amsterdam.

*Pt. 3 (and maybe 4???) coming soon!

The men were deployed into the smaller whaling boats, each boat armed with a harpoon and dense cord. Matthew stood at the back of his boat to steer it away from the ship, navigating the aggravated water. He forced himself to think about the whales, keeping his mind inside the boat… but the girl’s eyes appeared like stars in the corner of his vision at all times. 

“Joy!” One of the rowers was yelling at him, snapping him out of his trance. “Joy, focus! Don’t go soft on us all of a sudden, eh?” 

Matthew grimaced as the grisly sailor chuckled. He steered them out to open water, following the Captain's boat as per his orders. While he couldn’t see their bodies in the water, Matthew could hear the loud vibrations of sound the Sperm whales made as they spoke to one another. He could also hear Owen yelling out commands to his men. The harpoonist prepared his weapon. Matthew directed his man to do the same. 

“Steady now!” He advised his men as they waited for movement below the surface. Striking the whale was simple compared to the rest of the exhausting process. Matthew just planned on keeping his men alive but whale oil was also a necessity that he was willing to sacrifice for. He wasn’t a greedy man by any means, he’d lived in poverty all his life. His life was whaling and he didn’t spend much time off the ocean, the stillness made him restless. 

“There she blows!” A man yelled and Matthew peered over the edge as the side of his boat rose out of the water, stuck on the back of an adolescent whale. As he looked over, the distinct silhouette of a woman wavered beneath the surface. Choosing to ignore it, Matthew swung the boat over to allow the harpooner to cast his weapon. 

“Go, go, go!” He barked, spit flying from his mouth as he waved the man on. The harpoon sailed through the sky, landed in the water like a seabird, and missed. The whale diverted away from Matthew’s boat and found itself trapped beside Owen’s. The mother whale broke the surface nearby, distracting the men to the real prize. Matthew steered his boat away as the other men helped reel in the harpoon’s cord. The harpooner aimed and threw. 

…

It was evening when the whale was secured by chains to the deck of the ship. The whale was so large she had to rest in two different places, one on the ship’s deck and the other in Matthew’s boat. The men aboard wrapped rags around their noses to cover the smell. Matthew just grimaced and rubbed the sockets of his eyes. The darkening landscape helped relieve some of his headache. The other men were already aboard the Essex, only he was left to watch over the end of the whale, saving it from sharks and other predators. He could hear the men singing as they did their work, scraping the fat from the inside of a giant. He hummed along to the song they were singing together.

A roving, a roving

Since roving's been my ru-i-in

I'll go no more a roving

With you fair maid! 

Movement in the water drew his mind away from the song. Ripples expanded across the surface where something had just been. Matthew drew his rifle from the floorboards and checked the chamber for bullets. He watched the surface carefully for the distinct fins of sharks. 

I put my hand upon her thigh

Mark well what I do say!

I put my hand upon her thigh

She said young man ‘That’s rather high’

I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid!

Matthew cocked the gun and aimed it at the dark water around his boat. The men’s singing seemed to dissipate with the seriousness of his situation. Sharks could be both dangerous and damaging. The scent of whale blood always drew them in, sending them into a frenzy where they could throw themselves against the side of the boat, risking damage. They were a nuisance to Matthew and he didn’t mind shooting them when necessary. The boat rocked in the waves and he steadied himself. 

“Are you going to use that on me, Matthew Joy?” The voice behind him startled a gasp from his lips. He swung the rifle around, aiming it at the same face he’d seen hours before. 

“You…” he whispered, keeping his rifle trained on her throat. Her eyes were the same green as before, only this time he could see them more clearly. The sun had fully set but colors remained in the sky above her head, bloody purples and such. He couldn’t see her body below the water but he saw that her shoulders were bare save the scattered pearls stuck to her skin like freckles. 

“Are you going to shoot me?” She whispered back, her face inches from the barrel of the rifle. He licked his lips before speaking.

“Where… where did you go? You disappeared…” he muttered darkly, flicking his eyes up to the deck where his crewmates continued to work. He was alone with the girl. 

“I had to see what you were like,” she offered a small smile. Matthew adjusted the way he held the gun, still aimed at her. 

“You asked me if I believed in Sirens…” Matthew remembered warily, his eyes trailing over the pearls across her chest. Her dark hair rested behind her shoulders, down her back. 

“Do you?” She asked and reached up her hands slowly, holding the edge of the small boat. He stared at her, his breath clouding the metal scope on his gun. 

“Is that what you are?” He asked finally and the girl smiled once again. 

“Is it quite shocking?” She teased and bit her lip timidly. 

“Well… yes,” Matthew exhaled and raised his eyebrow, “I thought they were only in stories. They weren’t real… Why didn’t you sing?”

The girl cocked her head to the side. The air felt heavy between them as he waited for her response. His body was confused and frightened, something he’d rarely felt before. His instinct and desire clashed, strengthening the opposing forces within him.  

“I don’t want to kill you,” she answered honestly, “we sing to kill.” 

Matthew lowered his gun and nodded, breathless. 

“You had legs. You didn’t look… ” He ran a shaky hand through his hair and ran his hand over his mouth. He could see the top of her fin break through the water. It was a beautiful silver color and her scales were shiny and iridescent. 

“I wanted to see how you would treat me. I disguised myself as a human girl and you treated me gently.”

“What do you want from me? You had to keep me alive for some reason,” Matthew sat down on a plank of seating and rubbed the waterducts of his eyes. 

“Nothing more than just to know you. I’ve watched your crew from the sea for weeks. You are a good, kind man.” 

Matthew looked up from between his fingers and exhaled slowly, lowering his guard only slightly. 

“Then what does this mean? How do you want to… know me?” He furrowed his brow and sat back once again on the plank of wood. Her hands tipped the boat slightly so that she could come a little closer to the sailor. 

“Come closer, please…” she whispered and rose onto her elbows, her face a few inches from Matthew’s. Matthew stared at her lips, rosey pink and plump. She smelled like sea salt and clean things. Ever so slowly, Matthew closed the distance between them, his eyes staying on her lips. 

“Y/N…” He tried to restrain himself as he whispered but eventually, as she stared up at him with her beautiful curtained eyes, he kissed her. It had been years since he’d actually kissed a woman. Kissing was so different than fucking. He’d forgotten how much he enjoyed it, the softness of it. Her hands inched up his blouse, beneath his overcoat, grabbing at his lapels. His hands found the sharp edges of her jaw, meeting her mouth with a more fervent kiss. She tasted lightly of salt, like seaspray against rocks. He devoured her flavor as though it were precious, forbidden. He twisted his fingers into her hair that felt dry despite being in the water, moaning against her lips. 

“In what other ways do you want to know me?” He muttered against her lips, his eyes closed. Her fingers ran over his neck, down to the dip between his collarbones. 

“I want to know every part of you,” she smiled and moved away, allowing the light from the deck to illuminate her figure below him in the water. Matthew hid a choked sigh as his eyes trailed over her body below the waves. Her body was decorated with pearls and scraps of white cloth. Instead of a tail, she now had two legs that beat the water to keep her afloat. 

“Will you take me into your boat?” She asked softly and Matthew nearly forgot to respond, caught in a state of disbelief. He cleared his throat and scooped his hands beneath her arms, pulling her into the boat in one movement. Standing above him on two legs, she looked even more beautiful than she had hours earlier. He could see the buds of her nipples through the white fabric, surrounded by pearls and strands of seaweed. Her cunt was hidden behind a swath of wet fabric but he could still see the dark shape of pubic hair. He looked back up at her face, his lips having fallen apart in amazement. The Siren laughed softly and carded her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back slightly as she did. 

“Lay me down,” she requested and smiled when he immediately wrapped his hands around her waist and flipped her over where she could lie flat on the bottom of the harpoon boat. The planks were far enough away to give him space to kneel above her. He supported himself above her, studying the contours of her body, plump and full. She twisted her fingers through his hair again and pulled him close so she could whisper in his ear. 

“Now make love to me, Matthew Joy.” 

…

He was already hard when she cupped her hand against his pants. It had been a while since he’d slept with a woman after months at sea. His body ached as badly as if he were a teenage boy again, not an aging man. He was throbbing as he moved the fabric on her cunt aside and lowered his head between her thighs. Looking up at her, he ran his tongue against her, tasting her. She hummed and shook with nerves. 

A roving, a roving

Since roving's been my ru-i-in

I'll go no more a roving

With you fair maid!

Feeling emboldened by her reaction, Matthew licked her again and rubbed his nose against her clit. She was wet against his tongue and he licked his lips greedily. His cock started to throb as she whimpered and moaned beneath his mouth. Her hand pulled tightly at his hair but he loved the pain and worked his mouth harder into her cunt. 

“Now, please now!” She begged him as she started to shake with pleasure. Taking the hint, Matthew undid his trousers and pushed them down to his knees. His face was still wet with her precum as he pulled out his cock and inserted himself quickly. She spasmed around him, her hands moving to grip the sides of the boat for leverage. His thighs clenched as he thrusted into her, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head. He leaned closer to her chest and rocked into her neck as he fucked her. 

“Oh you don’t know how long it’s been, love,” he sighed against her neck. “Is it ok?”

She nodded emphatically and pulled him closer by the back of his jacket, moving him deeper inside her. They both gasped out. He pulled his face away to watch her, still fucking her. 

“Beautiful. Pretty pretty creature you are,” he praised her as he trailed a finger down her cheek. Her thighs bounced against his as he pulled her legs around his waist. The boat shook around them. He slipped his tongue around the mound of her breast beneath the cloth, making more moans escape the girl’s mouth. He slipped the fabric aside with one finger and looking up to watch her face, he pressed his mouth around a nipple and sucked. Immediately, her body pulled into his, her back arching off the curved bottom. 

I'll go no more a roving

With you fair maid!

“Matthew…” she gasped as her muscles tightened and her bare feet flexed. He rolled his tongue around her nipple while his hand moved to hold her neck lightly, supporting her head. She cried out silently, her eyes screwed shut as if she were in pain. He dragged his tongue along her sternum to her neck and sucked at the flesh there. Her breathing evened out and she pulled his face to hers once again. 

“Do what you want with me. Get what you need from me,” the seriousness of her command sent a spasm of pleasure into his cock, still inside her. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes. I want you to use me,” she whispered and spread her legs farther. Matthew looked at her for a second before smiling. 

“Fuck, love. I think I’ll fall in love with you,” he chuckled softly and brushed his hand across her cheek. 

“And so what if you do, sailor? Hasn’t everyone else done the same at some point?” 

Matthew raised an eyebrow and kissed her, dragging her hands out above her head. Pressing her hands down into the boat, he began to thrust slowly into her, his hips still rebounding off of her pelvis. 

“You’re going to stay right here, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you again.” 

The girl smiled and broke into a moan as he shortened his thrusts, keeping himself as far inside her as he could. He went slowly so he could feel the orgasm clearly as it came over him, making his cock feel swollen with seed. Her hips shook wildly as she began to lose control over her orgasms. He watched her orgasm and released a wave of contractions around him. Smiling, he finally began to speed up as she whimpered beneath him.

“Fuck, yes… fuck… yes!” He muttered breathlessly as he felt his cock start to twitch before his orgasm. She tightened around him, pulling him deeper and drawing a guttural groan from his throat. His shoulders shook with effort as he allowed his orgasm to explode, cumming inside the girl and sending waves of relief through his system. He pulled out slowly and kissed down her stomach, savoring the heat of her skin against his lips. She caught her breath as he lapped at her swollen cunt. She was still shaking from her orgasms and whined when his tongue overstimulated her. He cleaned her out and nibbled at the skin on the inside of her thighs. 

“It’s time for me to go.” 

Matthew looked up at her and furrowed his brow, “so soon?” 

The girl nodded and sat up to face him. 

“I’ll be back, I promise.” She smiled shyly and rubbed her nose against his. 

“Where do you go… I mean where do you go while we’re aboard?” He stumbled over his words, still catching his breath. 

“Here,” she offered no further clarification as Matthew gave her a questioning look. She pressed her hand against his cheek and laughed. 

“Don’t worry about where I go, sailor. The sea is my home.”

Matthew kissed her hastily as he redid his pants and pulled his suspender straps back over his shoulders. She stood and kissed him once more before she stepped over the edge and dropped into the water. In seconds she was resurfacing with her silver tail. 

“Let me ask you one thing,” Matthew stopped her before he could leave, “are you real? Was that real?” He gestured to the bottom of the boat and the girl laughed brightly. 

“Be wary, sailor. You might just lose your mind."

Matthew nodded and watched as she backed away and dove into the dark water beyond the reflection of light from the deck. Moments later, a whistle sounded and he was called to return to the ship. Forcing himself to look away from the place where the girl disappeared, he felt the familiar material of his old coat that he had wrapped around the girl earlier on the plank beside him, folded and damp.

...

End of Pt. 2!

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Sacred New Beginnings- Chapter 9

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A/N- Ok yall! We have one more chapter left in our series, thank you guys so much for all the love! I’ve gotten such a kick out of seeing people go through the series in my notifications, it’s so nice to know you guys love these characters like I do.

Pairing- Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader (oc Stormy)

Warnings- Drinking, Smut, Language

Song inspo- You are in love- Taylor Swift, All your’n- Tyler Childers

It had been a tough few months but you’d graduated PT and therapy and finally had been cleared to fly again. Stepping onto the tarmac felt surreal, you’d been so scared that you would never get to do this again, the thought had almost been too much to bear, but as you and Viper loaded into the jet everything that troubled you fell away and it was like no time had passed at all.

Jake was on a flight of his own, but definitely not enjoying it as much as you. He was pretty sure all pilots hated flying on commercial flights, any plane that he wasn’t in charge of made him uneasy but it was all worth it to get to spend the weekend with you. Your squadron was hosting a ball and awards ceremony to honor everyone that had flown in the mission a few months ago, they’d given everyone time to heal and with you and Viper being cleared for duty it was high time to celebrate. His mother had stayed with you for a few weeks to get you settled and she couldn’t stop gushing over how much she adored you, the thought of placing his grandmother’s ring ever present in his mind knowing that you had fit so seamlessly into his life, he still felt like he was dreaming sometimes when he looked at you if he was honest, somehow he’d gotten everything he’d ever wanted.

When they stepped into their hotel room for the weekend he had to say the navy had pulled out all the stops, the super swanky hotel was right on the beach and had a beautiful view of the coast. That wasn’t all he was looking at because as you stepped out onto the balcony he watched you slip out of your little sundress and smirk at him, barely covered in your tiny black lingerie as you beckoned him to come outside. “What have you got cooking in that brain of yours Stormy girl?” He said as he ran his hands all over your body and watched your eyes light up as you shivered into his touch. “It’s such a pretty night, I was thinking…Maybe you should bend me over the railing and fuck me right here? What do you think?” You said as you bit your lip and hitched your leg around the curve of his ass, he groaned at the feeling of your core pressed to his shorts, gripping your chin so he could kiss you, running his tongue along yours as you ground yourself on him. You were so in love with him, the distance was getting harder every day that he was away and having him in your arms made you never want to let him leave. He made good on your suggestion, pressing you against the cool iron railing as the sounds of the waves swallowed up your cries of your pleasure.

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Waking up to him was always bittersweet these days, knowing you would have to send him back tomorrow night made it even more painful to untangle yourself from him. You almost had him persuaded into going out for breakfast but he insisted that room service and morning sex would be so much better, and how could you say no to that?

“Jake we have to get up at some point, I don’t think that they’re going to let me miss this ceremony and I certainly can’t go dressed in a sheet” you said as he tried to pull you back into the bed sometime around three, the puppy dog eyes and pouty lips were almost enough to make you climb back in but you needed to shower and start getting ready for this afternoon. “I can just give you a world’s best girlfriend award and show you how much I love you, isn’t that better than getting dressed up and rubbing elbows with officers all night?” You dropped your sheet as you stepped towards the bathroom and gave him as stern a look as you could without laughing, he was already peeling the blanket back to follow you, the man was insatiable and you loved it even if it did make you late. “If you can be on your best behavior tonight I’ll let you hold me hostage in bed until your flight tomorrow, but in the meantime get your sexy ass in the shower, that’s an order.” He didn’t need to be told twice, throwing you over his shoulder and taking full advantage of the roomy hotel bathroom.

He had finally let go of you long enough for the two of you to get dressed, you had opted out of your dress uniform in favor of a slinky green floor length gown, almost perfectly matching Jake’s eyes, reveling in the way he followed you with his gaze as you crossed the room to step into your heels. “You’re making it harder and harder for me to go back to Miramar darlin’, remind me again why you didn’t let me push for that transfer?” You just shook your head as you fixed his tie, “Because Top Gun is your dream and I would never forgive myself if I was the reason you left.” He pulled you close to meet your eyes, pressing a kiss to your nose and taking a shaky breath, he was kicking himself for not bringing the ring with him, a proposal seemed to be on his mind every second these days. “Baby, Top Gun was the dream and it has been everything but not for the reason you think. It brought me you, everything else is just icing on the cake. I’ll gladly go wherever if that means I get to come home to you every night, you just say the word and I’ll make it happen.” You blinked back tears and whispered “You’d give it up just like that?”

“Just like that Stormy girl, you’re my dream now.”

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Watching you cross the ballroom to receive your commendation medal was definitely the proudest moment of Jake’s life so far, he’d received his own during the Uranium mission years ago but watching you recover and thrive after the hell of your accident was unlike anything he’d ever seen. You had been determined to get back to where you were and you hadn’t let anyone stop you, pushing forward to become even better than before. You’d been buzzing with excitement when you made it back to your table, Viper clapping the loudest of them all as he ushered you into his arms for a bear hug. Jake had worried he’d be jealous of whoever took his place as your pilot but after getting to know him he couldn’t be more grateful that the two of you had each other’s back, he could confidently say Viper had become a good friend. Once the ceremony ended the dance floor began to flood with couples as the dj began to perform, viper quickly scooping you up with a wild grin. “You mind if I take your girl for a spin Seresin? Time to see if all that PT healed her of her two left feet” he cackled and you playfully punched his arm, blowing Jake a kiss as you went.

He made some small talk with a few of your friends and then excused himself to grab another beer, but as he was standing in line he caught someone behind him saying your name. “You do know who she is right?” “Yea yea, Admiral Simpson’s beloved goddaughter, whatever dude. She’s hot as hell, she just needs a little more alcohol in her. I bet I could get her into bed with me no problem.” “Dude, you’re a fucking idiot, number one she’s a highly decorated WSO, for two from what I hear she’s taken.” “Bro, do you see a ring or a boyfriend? Come on man be for real, whoever she’s seeing isn’t here so he obviously isn’t that concerned, he’s probably got a side piece wherever he’s at anyway. I’m shooting my shot.” Before the idiot in question could get more than two steps forward he’s spun around by a strong arm, an arm that belongs to a very pissed off looking Jake “Hangman” Seresin. “Oh holy shit, it’s the hangman! Dude you’re legendary, heard so much about you, thought you were at top gun though, what’re you doing slumming it down here in Florida?” This guy was clearly short of a few brain cells, and Jake was more than willing to beat a few more out of him after hearing the awful shit he was spewing about the love of his life.

“Ensign..Wilson is it? First of all if I ever hear you talking about a superior officer in the manner you were speaking I will make sure you never see the inside of a jet in your lifetime, secondly since you seemed so invested in Lt. l/n’s love life let me set the record straight. She’s my girlfriend, and if you so much as look her way again I’ll feed you your own eyes, got me?” The Ensign looked at Jake like he might piss himself, nodded his head and scurried away as fast as possible. Good, he thinks, maybe putting the fear of God in these idiots will teach them to keep their thoughts to themselves, maybe they’ll even spread the word that you’re taken, he knows you can handle yourself but he is only human, he can’t help but get a little possessive over what’s his.

Looking back across the ballroom he sees you being spun along the floor by Viper and his husband Theo, Jake can’t help but smile so hard his cheeks hurt at the sight, you’ve been through hell the past few months and he couldn’t be more proud of you. He made a mental note to see that Ensign Wilson got his ass handed to him for conduct unbecoming an officer and then swooped in to pull you into his arms for a dance.

It never got easier sending him back to California, and no matter how hard you tried you still ended up crying in his arms by TSA, pressing kisses to exposed skin and whispering I love yous until he had no choice but to go or he’d miss his flight.

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Monday morning when you stepped into your office building Viper snatched you up, pressing a coffee into your hand as he ushered you down the hall. “Luke what the hell is going on?! I thought we had a class to teach today?” He was practically bouncing as he walked, but he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life so he skidded to a stop to spill his guts. “There’s a rumor going around that there’s a slot open at Top Gun, I don’t know how real it is but we have to be in Admiral Thompson’s office asap for a meeting. Don’t get your hopes up kid but we may be heading to the west coast.” You couldn’t contain your squeal of excitement, all but dragging him down the hall to find out what the big meeting was about.

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Jake was starting to worry if he was honest with himself, you’d been distant the past two weeks since he got back home, always seeming to be busy with one thing or another and never having much time to talk. He’d found out there was a new team being organized on base and he’d wanted to talk to you about it, wondering if maybe you could use the opportunity to ask your godfather for a transfer back but he hadn’t had the chance to bring it up. When he’d texted earlier you said you’d be in meetings all day, but it was nearly 10 pm and there hadn’t been a peep from you since. He mulled around the house, finishing his laundry and washing his dinner dishes when he heard his doorbell go off. Who the hell would be here this late? He grumbled about common courtesy as he crossed the hall and unlocked the door, only to find you on his porch, three giant bags of luggage and a huge smile on your face.

“Baby- what the hell are you-“ he looked bewildered as you stood there and held up a bottle of champagne, and why did you have so much luggage? It was like you’d brought everything you owned.

“That new team coming to Miramar? You’re looking at their newest WSO. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy but I was hoping to make it up to you…What would you say to me moving in?” You giggled and threw yourself into his arms, you’d been worried that he would be upset with you for keeping it a secret but with the way he barely let you get in the door before he started trying to pull your clothes off you knew he was happy. You didn't have to make the long distance work anymore, finally, finally you and Jake could really start your future.

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Cochise IIl: Tango

Summary: An Old Christmas tune brings Eddie face-to-face with what he has been running from. Turns out, you aren't as different as you think you are.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Outlaw/Doc Holliday!Eddie Munson x Reader, wild west/Tombstone AU!, drug use, drug overdose (apparent suicide), death of minor character, period-appropriate death, angst, fluff, piano smut, oral (fem receiving)

My content is 18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: I've been creatively and emotionally constipated for weeks now, so the fact that I even got this out when I did was a feart on it's own and I'm very proud of myself for it.

As always, thank you to @dr-aculaaa for being my BTS on this project, love you <3

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Edward was a man of repose, though, in your sadness, you’d figured you’d been, too. Maybe it wasn't repose at all. Stoicism, maybe, but there was one thing you knew for certain: He was much prettier than you. His skin of alabaster, freckles across flesh kisses of vulnerability and dusted across his worn body as a reminder of the naivety of the youth he once possessed. 

You supposed this is what it was now, slender fingers plucking at strings in the dead of night. Be it the stoicism or the naivety of youth, the moon cast a glow across his cheeks and carved rivers through the valleys of his face. You listen to the inflection of strings scraping loosely across frets. F, A, B, A, in a smooth stacking rhythm. 

There is a twang to his strumming, like there was a string loose somewhere– but not entirely like your piano. The piano had a resounding twang, it echoed within itself like the ghosts of internal hammers and keys before throwing its brashness out against the walls of your bar. You did not know how to tune it, and it would not be tuned again. 

This sound was much softer, much less brash than your own, the hum resounded within the walls of the instrument itself before dissipating the sound into the open night air like an inkwell in water. It spread, filled the space and lingered until there was another sound to see it out. A choreography of sorts, yet the song was all too familiar in the way it filled the space in your head and the hole in your heart. 

Its tiny, needle-pointed feet danced across your brain in flashes of sheer white fabric and the song of the oak floors of The Grand Hotel. Their piano did not sing the same far-east folk song as yours, no, instead it hummed an autumnal hymn of reverence and elegance. It was not as perverse as your piano, but your piano was more gentle with your heart. Your piano didn’t remind you of that worn spot on the floor, or the cracking scabs forming on your hardened knuckles. 

The corner of the door jamb dug a divot into your shoulder, but you didn’t have the grace to move without making the entire balcony creak, so you didn’t. A singular step forward pulls a groan from the floor of the porch where the wood expands with the heat of the impending monsoon, and, regretfully, his fingers pull themselves from the frets like the nails holding the plants to the rafters of the porch. 

“Hello, Edward.”

“Ma’am.”

You leaned back against the post, arms folded and unable to will away the beginning semblances of a grin from your lips. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes in his direction. 

“I think we’re past ma’am now, Edward.” 

“Well, in that case, I also think we’re past Edward, now.” A grin that resembled your own pulled at the corners of his mouth. He had asked you to call him Eddie earlier, it felt less formal than this. The formality kept you upright, kept this whole thing from crumbling.  

You folded your arms in front of yourself, hip dropping heavy across the solid singing of your piano. Kind-of-but-not-really attempting to conceal the smile spreading across your face like a disease, “That’s a pretty song you were playing.”

“Learned it from a woman.” Eddie had said to you, arms folded, starting a stride with heavy, hollow footing towards you. Slow and in a metronomy rhythm. 

You cocked a brow at him, smile spackled heavy across your face, “Oh really?” 

“Yes, really.” He insisted, “She owned a bar out west. Played it at night on an old piano.” 

“Well I’ve got an old piano here.” You said to him, arms staying folded as you kicked your boot out in a heavy, choreographed stride, “Maybe I can teach you to play it sometime.” 

It was always this song and dance. Always this beautiful waltz of back-and-forth quips, lines wonderfully blurred by the haze of smoke from a cigar and sweet as the kiss of sasparilla, though, that bitter aftertaste would still rear it’s ugly head like the snake from the hole. Rattles thick in the stagnant air like a warning. 

“Y’know,” Eddie had said to you through a puff of smoke, “You should really stop giving me all of these free things.” 

You’d never take that into account. One cigar from the humidor, in the grander scheme of things, would never be enough repayment for anything he had done for this town. Anything he had done for you, 

“Well,” You’d quipped back, sitting back down at the polished bench of your old piano, “ – maybe you should stop saving my life, then.” 

That bitter aftertaste, a sting of smoke stilled in the in-between hung heavy in the air– shattered by the opening arpeggio shrill enough to shatter it like glass. 

“I’ll always save your life.” 

You couldn’t decipher if the pause in your song had been intentional, though, you’d hoped it seemed intentional enough to be a plausible excuse for your silence in return. The bass notes rang heavy under the shifting mechanisms in the hollow underside of the piano as you placed a foot, too-heavy, against pedals in a desperate effort to drown out the harshness of noise, the heaviness of your hands– the weight of this place. 

He filled his space on the opposite half of the thin piano bench, his legs bracing against the floor to press his back against yours. He leaned his head backwards, a welcome weight against your shoulder, and tried to feel the muscles in your hands turn over each other and vibrate in time to the bass crescendos and tinny melodic trebles. 

“Where’d you learn to play something as pretty as this, anyhow?” He kept his voice soft, turning his head to attempt to look at what you were doing. You could feel the heavy breath from his nose cool against your neck. 

“It’s an old German worship song. My husband’s mother would sing it at Christmas.”

He looked at the handwriting along the ledger lines and felt sorrow for the woman that wrote it. 

He can see their Christmas, a mother’s voice a warm river across the rocks of a piano melody, a distraction from the war waging just outside of their front doors. A fire and a meal, though, he remembered the wartime– remembered a time where his own mother had rationed enough of their weekly collection to have a real, fresh meal. He thought of that warmth and then thought of you. 

He tips his head back and blows a plume of smoke in an effort to stifle the memory. Instead, he wishes to replace that warmth with you. 

He stared at the hole in the floor, the discolored groove where you had scrubbed your knuckles bloody and raw. He thought about the him-shaped divot he had scrubbed into the frozen planes of Montana. 

He thought of her, the eldest daughter of two Roman Catholic missionaries following the fur trade to an unholy promised land. 

He thought about God, and just how cruel He could be. 

Did Eddie sit where your husband once sat? Did he lean against the expanse of your back and feel the vibration of the keys travel through the wiry expanses of your arms and settle back against him, just as Eddie had? 

Would he leave a him-shaped hole in you the same way your husband had? Would you wear down the wood the same way he wore down himself? 

“I was married, too.” he admitted to you, voice shattering the turning of sheet music and the resonant patriarchal basso that echoed out against these glass windows. 

“What was her name?”

“Christine.”

“Is that why you’re here?”

“Yes.” 

You sound like his mother, he thinks, authoritative but not coddling in the way you question him. He wonders if you feel a discomfort in this statement. He hopes you feel a solidarity in your grieving enough to overlook it. You do not ask him how she died, though, if you were to, he would tell you:

Christine dies at the hand of laudanum, too beautiful to not have a devastating fault. The red-haired daughter of southwest Arksansas– far across that deep blue water she lived, and it was across that water where he had loved and left her. He thought of her skin, like ivory though cold as porcelain even long before her death. Her body, as it was laid to rest, had remained the same even in death as it had during her life. No amount of insurmountable beauty could cover the sullenness under her eyes or the frailness of her wrists. The red halo of hair surrounding her head could not guarantee a peaceful end. No amount of love was enough to save her from herself. 

He thinks of her eyes, long before the hollowness had clouded them over like a storm. He remembered a time where there was a soft glow there, a gas lamp that only he could ignite. He wondered if your eyes held that same glow. 

He thinks of a time where she stood outside of her father’s river home, barefoot in the mess of cattails and thick grass to encase him in a loving embrace. He had insisted that she put some shoes on. He wondered if you did the same, letting your feet burn in the sun-warm sand. He wondered if your husband insisted that you do the same.

Their marriage had died long before she had. The kiss of opium tincture still bitter against his own lips as he pressed them to hers for a last time. 

Your hands were not as tender as hers, yet the tenderness was not what he craved. He thought about this now, as you held his arm in a grounding grip. Tight enough to know that you were still there but not enough to hurt. He wondered if you needed that, too. 

This kiss was all-encompassing, starving in nature, though awkward on the deliverance. 

He knew you would forgive him if he was being too forward, but he figured you were a little past apologies now. Your back is laid across his lap, twisting and contorting to meet his own lips from your side of the piano bench. He uses this leverage to pull you forward, more over him than against him. 

There are hot tears that run down his cheeks, though, he’d figured you were past those now, too. 

His embrace around your back is not hungry– it is desperate, as if he is clinging to anything to keep him tethered to this plane. 

The piano bench scrapes loud against the knotted wooden floors of the bar as he pushes your back against the keys. They sounded with an off-key crash and lingered for moments too long. You do not feel the way the keys and beveled finish of the piano press into your back, in the same way he does not feel the knotted pine dig into his knees when he kneels at your feet. 

“Please,” He whines, tears no longer streaming down his ruddy face, though the sticky tracks remain, “Please jus’ let me taste.” 

It is not possible for you to deny him when crystalline tears budding up against a pink lashline– when a heavy hand drags itself against your leg in anticipation– no– pleading. 

You lean further back, balancing on the slippery edge of the piano bench, and you swear you can hear a soft, “Thank you.” whispered against your thigh between soft, wet kisses. 

His grip is bruising. In the same way you had tethered him to this earth, he binds you to him. One hand lies on the pool where the outer fat of your thigh presses flat against the wood, the other a vice, at your knee in order to keep your legs open. 

The edges of teeth graze against tender skin, affixing themselves along garter belts as hungry hands find purchase on your hips beneath chemise underdresses. Hot, humid breath dampens your skin as it escapes from his teeth– clamped along the garter now sliding down your leg and off your foot. A strong hand pushes back upwards, feeling along the silken hair there. 

Edward was a man of repose. In your sadness, you’d figured you’d been, too. Though, you wouldn’t have guessed it by the way he pressed a hot, flat tongue against your core and traveled upwards slowly in an experimental taste. 

“Like fuckin’ sugar,” He wines into you, his hair a splayed mess against your thighs, his tongue finding purchase against your core. 

Thick fingers prod within you, the slow in and out a tether to focus on as you shook. He wanted you to shake. He wanted you to tremble and shiver all of the worries that had plagued you to the bone. 

Eddie could not be your husband, but he could make you forget– even if it was just for the night. 

He reaches upwards from beneath your dresses, a hand intertwining itself with yours and feeling across the ridges of your cut and calloused knuckles. 

You could not be Christine, but you could be here– even if it was never in your bed. 

At the precipice of your climax, you cry out, and he likes to think that it is for him. He squeezes your hand, emerging from beneath your clothes with hair askew and a dewey sheen across reddened cheeks. When he kisses you, it is softer and you taste yourself on his lips. He does not think of the bitter taste of opium residual on the lips of Christine. Instead, he only thinks of you. 

He does not waste time when he hikes your skirtings above your waist, hands like a vice against the fat of your hips. He is quick when he unclasps his belt and unbuttons his trousers, and smooth when he slides himself into you. 

You are quieter than other women, soft staccato breaths escaping with whispers of moans punctuate his thrusts– slowly and then with more rigor. 

He keeps a furrowed brow as a bead of sweat drips down his nose and onto the bare skin on your chest where his lips now find purchase, staccatos of his own dotting your skin like galaxies in the vastness. 

He sees the way the soft glow of the lamp light heats your skin, the pink ruddiness that graces your cheeks or the glitter that flashes over your eyelids when the light catches the oil there. He sees the way your soft lashes kiss the apples of your cheeks or the soft folds of your neck as your head lolls to the side in satisfaction. He sees the way your hair curls with sweat around your ears in soft coils or the way his saliva has settled in a gloss along your lips. 

And by the stars above you, he swears that he could love you.

A thumb is heavy against you, in circles and figure eights as it wills you towards the edge that you closely teeter upon. 

“It’s okay,” He whispers to you, by soft pianissimo whispers, “You can have this. I want you to have this.” 

A barely-there sigh escapes your lips, deeper-winded than the rest and you allow your body to fall slack as he continues to pump in a rhythm, finishing quickly and lowering your underskirts as he sinks to his knees. 

Tonight, you would hold his head against your stomach as hot tears would once again roll down his face. Tonight, you would card fingers through the tangles in his hair as he lays his upper body limp and racks with soft sobs across your lap. 

Tonight, you think you will unmake the left side of the bed. 

[rhettabbotts]

impressions - r. abbott

rhett abbott x fem!reader

loosely inspired by tyler childer’s song feathered indians.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ only | smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, fluff

a/n: this is my first fic please be gentle :)

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Rhett was quiet on the drive back from the competition. He rode his 8 seconds but scored lower than what you thought he deserved. You could tell by his silence he was disappointed. You knew it from the moment you saw him look up at the scoreboard. He still placed second which meant he was still moving on in the circuit, but you knew him. You knew he was beating himself up.

You had gone to him after his ride, completely ignoring the ‘RIDERS ONLY’ sign. No one tried to stop you, knowing you were hell bent and determined to see him. As you rounded the corner of the trailers, you saw him standing there smacking his gloves against his leg. You threw your arms around his neck the moment he turned around and buried your face into his neck.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered against his skin, tightening your hold on him. It took his brain a few seconds to catch up with what was happening before he let out a sigh and placed his arms around your waist. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your temple softly.

“It was a shit ride.” He mumbled out gruffly. You looked up at him, a small disapproving noise escaping you. He sighed again and pulled you back to his chest and let out a “Thank you, baby.” His voice was deep and raspy, you could feel the vibrations through your chest. You pulled away from him again just an inch to tip his Stetson up and press your lips against his. It lasted just a second, and when you stepped back, you plucked the hat off his head placing it on top of your own. You saw his eyes darken and a small smirk spread across his face.

“Let’s get you home, cowboy.” You took his hand and led him to his truck, ignoring the whistles and cheers his team let out.

Now here you are, on your way home. Silence filled the cab, Rhett’s thumb brushing against the back of your hand every so often where they lay connected on the bench seat. His hat was still on your head, and you smiled to yourself. The sky was clear, the stars sparkling brightly at you as you looked out the window. Rhett dropped your hand just for it to find its place on your upper thigh, his thumb continuing its motion of softly brushing your skin. A soft whimper escaped from your lips, breaking the quiet.

His hand squeezed your thigh roughly before inching higher.

“You have any idea what it does to me to see my hat on you?” His voice echoing through the truck. “Lookin’ like sin wearing my shirt and my hat. You like letting everyone know you’re mine, hm?” He’s still looking forward out the windshield, but his hand inches up further, his pinky running against the seam of your shorts. You knew what this was about. He was so wound tight from the ride, he was needing any type of release, something to help him forget.

“Pull over, Rhett.” You sounded winded, like you had just finished running a marathon. He pulls off on the side of the road, putting the truck in park and turning the headlights off. He’s sliding you across the bench seat and into his lap before you could even blink.

You knew from the hold he had on your hips there were going to be small bruises shaped like his fingertips. Bruises that never really fade. He bucked his hips up into you, causing you both to moan.

“Easy there, cowboy.” You say, placing a hand on his chest, the other moving down to his belt buckle. You gently run your index finger across the design, so close to touching Rhett where he needs you most.

“Come on, girl. Need you. Please, baby.” He bucked his hips up into you again and you dropped forward onto his chest. The position was uncomfortable but not unbearable. You pushed your hips back down onto him, searching for any kind of friction. You felt like a teenager again, having quickies in the same truck you were sitting in now, minutes before your curfew was over.

You were both older now, but the flash of memories made you smile. Some things never change.

“Think you can last more than eight seconds, honey?” Rhett said, a certain cockiness in his tone. “You’re wearing the hat, let’s see if you can ride.”

You made quick work of your shorts with help from Rhett and your hands reached down to undo his belt. He ran his fingers through your folds and groaned into your neck once he felt how wet you were.

“Rhett, please. Need you now.” You whined out.

He lined himself up and you both held your breath as you sank down onto him. The cool metal of his belt buckle pressed against the inside of your thigh as you moved against him.

He moved one hand from your hip to brush against your clit, causing your hips to buck against him.

“Come for me, girl. Want to feel you come for me.” His hips stuttered in rhythm and you knew he was right behind you. Your orgasm hit you hard, Rhett filling you up seconds later.

You both stayed silent, the only noises were the sounds of you trying to catch your breath. He was caressing your back softly as he held you close. You knew you had to move off of him at some point, but you were perfectly content being this close to him for now.

Rhett pulled away from you, his gaze dropping down to where you were still seated on him and he let out a small chuckle.

“What on earth could you find funny right now?” You ask, a smile spreading across your face.

“Nothin’. Just..” He didn’t finish his train of thought, he just started rubbing his thumb along your inner thigh.

You looked down and let out a small laugh of your own. Right there on the inside of your thigh, was a clear impression of his belt buckle.

“Now that’s a sight I’ll never forget.” He said.

You eventually moved off of him, wincing slightly at the feeling. You rolled your eyes when you saw Rhett tuck your underwear into his pocket. You muttered under your breath something about him being a dog and he just smiled a dopey smile.

You didn’t move back to the passenger seat, instead you stayed in the middle pressed against his side as he pulled back onto the road. You fell back into comfortable silence on the rest of the drive.

“I love you, Rhett. Always be my number one.” You said as he pulled into the driveway. He put the truck in park and turned towards you.

“I love you too, my beautiful girl.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then your cheek, and finally your lips. “I might not have gotten first tonight, but I think I got the best prize sittin’ right here.”

[prose-for-hire]

ooh, how about Angel x Fem!Vamp!Reader x Spike, Angel reunites with a vampire he Sired during his two years away from the Whirlwind after finding out Spike has taken her in as part of his clan (so maybe shortly after School Hard, or during S4 if u want a less-evil Spike). Old feelings stir for both of his Childer, and let the romancing begin as he tries to win back their affections. Smut definitely ok if it leads to that.

Um I love this so much !! I’m so excited to get started on this one I’m gonna write season 2 Spike cos I don’t write it enough !! Thanks for the request !! 💖💖

[nurseofren]

Lady May

**PART TWO OF WAGON WHEEL**

Relationship: Clyde Logan x Reader

Words: 1100

Summary: You and Clyde are now married! Somewhere along the lines he popped the question and the two of you got hitched! It’s a slow mornin’ in the Logan household and you felt like making some breakfast as the sun came up. Clyde comes out to you, sleep-sodden and tortured with relentless morning wood. Maybe breakfast can wait just a little longer, you’re both hungry for something much better than it anyway.

Tags: NSFW, Fluffy, smut (PIV from behind), burnt bacon, wearing Clyde Logan’s clothes because why tf not? It’s obvious I wrote this while horny because the dialogue is worse than most porn. You have a few choice nicknames for Clyde.

ST Rambles: Something really just came over me and I needed to write about Clyde and how sweet and giving he would be when he needed you so badly. Hm. This will live rent free in my head for weeks to come. Thank you to the anon and @onlykyloscenes for the inspiration and nudge to write this. Enjoy (:

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The familiar, comfortable aroma of cooking bacon was heavy in your head as the frying pan cooked away at the farm fresh pick. On your shoulders was the light cotton of Clyde’s button down, long light blue sleeves pushed up to your elbows while you turned the bacon over. Every now and then the grease would spatter onto the bare skin of your chest, his shirt hanging open and free, remnants of his cologne wafting through the thick smoke of breakfast just enough to remind you of last night.

The only other article of clothing atop your skin were your panties, your attire bringing a sense of homeyness to the rising sun which splayed in a pattern to match the blinds. On the radio, fuzzy with static per usual, was Lady May; Tyler Childer’s voice mixed with your half-hums, head leaning to the side while your eyes lulled shut. This was your home. This was your life. And you loved it.

Just as you dragged the last strip of bacon from the pan, setting it on a paper towel and turning the stove off, setting the pan on the back burner, you heard a creak from the back of the house. A smile curled into your face while you waited for the inevitable. With both hands curled around either corner of the counter which framed the stove, you threw your head back, swaying it from side to side as the footsteps drew closer with each patterned cry of the hardwood.

As you knew they would, two hands flooded down from below your breasts and massaged into your tummy, a heavy, warm, sleepy head turning into your neck just before full, praising lips pressed into your neck. Clyde took a full, groggy lungful of air, humming into you while he reveled for the scent of your shampoo intermingling with the breakfast you’d just made.

“G’mornin’ darlin’. How’d ya sleep?” He leaned further over your shoulder, lips reaching for the blossoming tissue beneath the open panel of his shirt.

“Mm, perfectly.” The smile deepened when you brought your hand up to toy with his ear, drawing a light line down from his helix to his lobe. “And you, my honey?”

A low groan left in a thundering roll, his chest vibrating at your back just as his hips found your behind, his obvious, needy morning wood very much unattended to. Two hands, one warm and one automated, curled over your own, his hips circling into the apex of your thighs while his stance widened behind you.

“I don’t know, Clyde baby, I’m pretty hungry,” you teased, backing your hips into him, small, breathy laughs trickling onto his cheek while you listened to him grunt at your ear.

“Well, Mrs. Logan, what’re we gonna do about that?”

“I’d hate to be full before breakfast.” You laughed, only to squeal when a strong arm curled into your waist and pulled your hips back, a knee split your legs apart, and a swift hand reached beneath the front of your panties.

“Breakfast can wait, I’m hungry for somethin’ different right now.” His need made you dizzy, knowing he could only be sated by taking you right now. Understanding you needed him just as much.

The pad of his long middle finger pressed and swiped over your clit. His face was obvious in its smile as you felt his cheeks tense up at your neck. “Always so ready for me. I love you.”

You stole a chaste kiss, just barely reaching the corner of his mouth. A huff of pleasure left you when he kept a tempo over the nub, fluid slipping down your inner thighs as your body hungered for him to fill it.

“Always. And only ever for you.”

He leaned further down, hand reaching down your slit and pulling aside the fabric keeping your entrance clothed. The sensation of his hot, heavy, thick head sent warm shivers over your skin. He circled the tip into you, slicking himself against the need he’d inspired. Your walls begged for him, pulsing on nothing as he prepared to push into you.

His hand came back up, two fingers sliding over your folds before they enraptured your clit in a steady, heavenly pattern. His other hand held onto your hip, your own hands gripping deeper into the counter in anticipation. With small, quick thrusts Clyde broke into you, gasps of need and want leaving parted, parched lips in the same pace.

A growl built in his throat, his teeth skimming against your shoulder when it became too much for him. Once he was positioned fully inside you, his cock throbbing in place, pleasure evident by your slack jaw, he pulled away until the only thing that remained was his head. Then he pushed back in, one unbroken, torturous, full thrust stealing your breath and replacing your words with a string of nonsensical astonishment.

“Clyde baby, I love you. I love you so much. God, I want you bad, baby.” High-pitched praises left in hiccuped phrases, his hips now finding a quick, deep pace.

He kept silent behind you, his only focus evident in his hips and hand. Slapping skin quieted the radio, unrelenting hips meeting yours as you anchored onto the counter, forearms now resting on top of each other as your fingers bit into each opposite elbow and your forehead fell upon them, your view being that of the linoleum below when you could keep your eyes open. With each steady thrust you felt yourself careen toward release, the pressure at your clit creating tiny grunts while you basked in the sensation of his length pushing inside you and leaving and repeating, your body completely at his will, completely at home and whole with his presence.

With a hidden grimace you felt yourself near the edge, felt it tense in your muscles and build in your throat, sweat dripping down your nape in the humid kitchen. “Clyde, Clyde. I’m gonna cum. I have to cum.” Sweet need framed your words, your mouth forced open with the merciless rapture he was ravishing you with.

He grunted, keeping steady in his machinations, your grunts turning to groans turning to moans turning to cries of praise when you fell into the abyss he’d forged. He continued in his journey toward his own release, your voice coarse and sated when you pleaded with him.

“Cum inside. I want your cum inside me. Now!”

Heavy breaths came over your chest, his hand stopping altogether when his hips stalled and he pulled your hips deeper into him. A gasp followed a grunt and led into a long spill of praises just the same as yours, his hips pushing his cock into you while he fucked you through his climax.

For a few minutes he let himself soften inside you, slipping out while strong arms kept a firm embrace around your tummy. His head bobbing while he pressed light, loving kisses into your back , the tip of his nose trailing up your spine and landing at the nape of your neck. He took another breath of your scent, a satisfied hum leaving him when you felt another bright smile bite at his cheeks.

“Alright, let’s eat.”